Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.